Room 114 - Thursday Evening

[drywitmartini]

After catching recruiting his new assistant, Hawkeye returned to his room. He pulled out a bottle of the vodka that had been delivered to him all week out of the fridge and poured a glass. He switched on the radio, put it on low volume, and settled in for a quiet night with his notepad. He still hadn't managed to explain this place to Dad.

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[mparkerceo]

A knock at the door, and Parker wandering by, more campaign posters ready to be distributed. But hey, why not just be sure that one more victim chaperone might be available?

[drywitmartini]

He let the notepad drop into his lap. "Yeees?"

[mparkerceo]

"Hello, Hawkeye. Enjoying your Stolichnaya?" Hey, lead with your strengths. "Whatcha doin'?"

[drywitmartini]

"If it isn't my favorite vodka-giver. I'd offer you a glass, but I hear the walls talk. What can I do for you?"